SHAFTWAXER

Today, I instead woke to the sound of a thunderstorm. This should normally be a good thing, but I woke up with a number of things working against me.

First, I’ve had a headache since sometime last night. There was a short period of time last evening where it went away, but eventually it did come back, and it really hasn’t gone anywhere since. I had really been hoping it would go away when I woke up. Not so.

What really is working against me is that I woke up in a massive funk, and I’m 99% sure that I know why. I had one of those dreams that leaves you feeling really uncomfortable when you are back in the waking world. It was like one of those shitty teen-angst horror/thriller movies, except I was in it. The beginning was kinda random, involving me being on a basketball team (with white uniforms) with a bunch of other very large and talented black players. I think one of them was supposed to be Shaq. This variation of basketball was played outside, and it was common to leave the court I guess. We at one point leave in the middle of the game to get popsicles.

Something ends the game, and we walk back to our home. It’s an older, run down 2-story house. It also seems that this house is “haunted” to some extend where the “ghosts” will somehow infect you or bite you or whatever the fuck it is that they do, and when you are bitten/gotten, you become one of them. I do remember actively wondering during the dream why we didn’t just move the fuck out of there, but I guess in true, shit horror movie style, you just don’t ask such blatantly obvious questions. At one point, one of our female roommates is scared, she thinks that she may have gotten attacked. To test this, she walks up to a screen door. If she can walk through it without opening it, she’s been hit. She pushes hard, and eventually walks through. She cries and is distraught.

It seems that the one thing that our predators don’t like is water. So we regularly are walking around our house with spray bottles. I also seem to remember wondering what we do at night while we are asleep and all this shit evaporates or soaks into the house. It’s a wonder we have not destroyed this place with all the water damage we are causing. It also seems that I have a roommate that has been infected/bitten/hit/whatever but he is still trying to fight it off. I ask him if he wants me to spray some water between us while we sleep, he says no. He’s not looking too good.

…and that’s when I woke up.